I'm so excited to continue the countdown to MY VAMPIRE KNIGHT's release! I've got goodies and giveaways coming your way every day until it releases on June 9th! I've got all kinds of summer fun to giveaway. Signed paperbacks, purses, beach bags! So much awesome! And then after it releases, I have more surprises.
And, guess what! I've got a digital prize for everyone each day! So you're always a winner!
You're second daily gift is a screen saver or wallpaper for your phone, tablet, or laptop. I write about soul mates in my books. Whether I'm writing as Emma or Krystal, my love stories are almost always going to be centered around the hero and heroine finding the person that completes them. I do believe that love is something you nurture. Just because you might be a really good match for a person out there, doesn't mean you're not going to have to work to make that relationship work. I don't think soul mates have it easy. I think they have to work just as hard as the rest of us on their relationships to make them satisfying.
Warmth. Heat. Power.
It spread through my body with each pull of my fangs.
I growled and drank hard, ripping through flesh, punishing him before draining the life from his flailing, worthless form.
My gaze drifted to the stained concrete beneath my boots again, and fresh anger surged from the sight of the small girl on the ground at my feet. She couldn’t have been more than ten. She had been why I chose my victim. The man in my grasp deserved to feel the life drain from him. And I took every last drop. I hadn’t been fast enough to save her, but I could exact vengeance for her life. No one else would do right by her.
I finally tore out his throat, ending it, and tossed him to the ground several yards from the small child’s body. Then I wiped some of the blood from my face with the back of my hand. Drinking blood was as normal to me as eating had been three thousand years ago. I still ate, but blood was what I really craved. Each feeding was a rush of power and a reminder of what had been stolen—what my choices had cost.
I glanced around the dark alley. Apartments loomed up five stories on either side. Not a light could be seen from a single window. The sounds of the city echoed around me—yells, vehicles, sirens, flesh slapping flesh. I turned and peered through the darkness. A pair of humans fucked against the wall behind a dumpster a hundred feet away, completely oblivious to the two murders that’d just been committed.
Filth penetrated every brick and crack of concrete. The City of Angels was truly the armpit of the West Coast Republic. And the perfect place for me—a blood sucking creature of the night—to hunt monsters without repercussions.
I always ate monsters.
People the humans wouldn’t miss.
People the humans would be grateful I devoured.
Anne Klein Purse, signed books, swag!